Kevin Coyne on the radio which reminds me of a good friend who I've lost touch with through his appalling negligence. This takes me back to Dortmund in the early Nineties and Friday nights smoking stuff we shouldn't have and listening to music. At a certain point Matt would suggest that I put something on and I'd wander across to the stereo out of my gourd and stare at the stereo for minutes on end without the slightest clue how to work it. Ah, the good old days!
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